An hour later, Han Dong was escorted back to Wang Zhongding's office.
There is an auxiliary office area next to Wang Zhongding's desk. Feng Jun will come here to assist with work when he is usually busy. The safe second-in-command seat, Han Dong's children's shoes won this honor today.
"What are you looking at me for? I'll let you revise the manuscript!" Wang Zhongding gave a stern instruction.
According to "Teacher Wang"'s request, Han Dong simplified the content, divided it into paragraphs, and added punctuation. Feeling that there was nothing to modify, he raised his hand and signaled, "I've fixed it."
Wang Zhongding just glanced at it briefly, and began to reprimand him like a cannonball.
"Why did I tell you the format just now? When the person I'm talking to changes, it needs to start a new line. Why are they still getting together?"
"And this sentence, read it yourself, is this a human language? Can you read it fluently?"
"You can't see such a big typo right here?"
"Rebuild!!!"
Han Dong buried his head and meditated for a long time, finally raised his head and asked Teacher Wang tentatively.
"Is it okay this time?"
Teacher Wang just took a look, and then slapped Han Dong on the back of the head again, "What punctuation should be added to this place? Is it the title of the book? You should think about it carefully."
Han Dong laughed dryly, "Wrong, wrong, it should be the extension number."
"Where did the quote number come from? Those are double quotes!"
"Yes, yes, double quotation marks, I remember wrong."
How can we not feel bad when obsessive-compulsive disorder meets idiots, when elites meet illiterates
After Wang Zhongding corrected it word by word, he felt that there was no problem, so his expression softened a little.
"Come here, I'll teach you how to turn a story into a script." Wang Zhongding beckoned.
Han Dong moved the stool to Wang Zhongding's side and sat down, leaning over to look at the computer screen, looking serious and eager to learn.
"You've already made a movie, and you've seen the script, so you know the difference between a script and a story. In addition to the plot, there must also be scenes, action and expression descriptions, and dialogue..."
While Wang Zhongding was talking, suddenly a dog's paw touched his hand controlling the mouse.
"Your hands are really smooth." She hooked her lips into a smirk.
Wang Zhongding reprimanded sharply: "Take it down!"
Han Dong let go quickly, and listened carefully again.
As a result, Wang Zhongding spoke for a while, then suddenly said: "Take your hand up."
Although Han Dong didn't know why, he obediently stretched out his hand.
Wang Zhongding asked, "Why are your hands so rough?"
He felt it when he was holding Han Dong's hand to sleep last night. This guy's hand was not as rough as usual. All parts of the body, including the face, were smooth, but these two claws were like sandpaper.
"I am the son of a farmer. This is a pair of hands that have been on the construction site and did farm work! It is our hardworking and intelligent hands that built the high-rise buildings in the capital, so that you elite white-collar workers can be nourished inside!"
Wang Zhongding squinted at him, and said in a low voice, "You fell into the well just one day after you left the construction site, so you deserve to call yourself a migrant worker?"
Uh... Han Dong sneered, "How do you know?"
Seeing Han Dong's stupid look, Wang Zhongding couldn't help snorting, "You said it yourself last night."
"I said it myself? When did I meet you last night?" Han Dong had an expression of denial.
Wang Zhongding turned his eyes directly to the computer screen, "Let's continue."
"No!" Han Dong interrupted immediately, "I must make this clear. When did I tell you? What did I tell you?"
Wang Zhongding could only patiently repeat all the nonsense that Han Dong said.
Han Dong was dumbfounded when he heard it, "I... Did I mention Xia Hongwei?"
"You didn't mention him, you kept talking about him."
Han Dong hurriedly asked, "You didn't tell Xia Hongwei, did you?"
"I haven't had time to tell yet." Wang Zhongding said.
Han Dong almost plopped to the ground, "Don't, he'll kill me! Please..."
Wang Zhongding was unmoved.
"If you tell the truth, I will shake you out. Anyway, we are grasshoppers tied to the same rope."
Wang Zhongding wondered, "What does it have to do with me?"
"Why doesn't it matter? I jumped off because I saw you."
Wang Zhongding couldn't figure it out even more, "Why did you see me jumping into the well?"
"I'm afraid you'll see me." Han Dong pointed his fingers.
Wang Zhongding asked again: "Why are you afraid that I will see you?"
Han Dong covered his face and smiled cheaply, "Isn't that... I'm afraid you will fall in love at first sight..."
Wang Zhongding, "...you think my eyeballs are too useless."
Han Dong had no shame in his heart, and raised his eyebrows at Wang Zhongding happily.
Wang Zhongding looked wary, "What are you doing? Let me tell you, don't talk about those useless things again!"
Sure enough, Han Dong poked Wang Zhongding's waist, and muttered, "We will really be a couple in the future."
"No matter how poor you are, believe it or not, I will beat you?"
Han Dong immediately turned his face away, his shoulders continued to shake endlessly.
Wang Zhongding ignored him and turned his face to the computer screen. While modifying the script format for Han Dong himself, he patiently explained the main points to him.
Han Dong's chin touched Wang Zhongding's shoulder.
Wang Zhongding glared at him sideways, and Han Dong had the expression of a bum again.
"It's too tiring to keep stretching your neck like this, just rest it for a while, just rest it for a while..."
For some reason, Wang Zhongding condoned Han Dong's behavior.
During the exchange, Han Dong suddenly asked, "Can you add a sex scene to me?"
"No!" He refused bluntly.
Han Dong was a little bit happy when he was disappointed, and asked deliberately: "Why can't you add it to me?"
"Because you have no sense of beauty in bed."
Han Dong, "...Okay."
The script was completely revised. When signing the script, Wang Zhongding asked for Han Dong's opinion.
Han Dong said, "Just write about our company's literature department."
"Why didn't you write your name?" Wang Zhongding was quite surprised.
Han Dong said: "You write about our company's literature department, which is equivalent to paying Director Lu a favor."
Wang Zhongding didn't expect Han Dong to think so much at all, and now looking at his sloppy expression, he suddenly felt quite rare again.
"Do you think I'm a rare recruit?" Han Dong smug.
Wang Zhongding yelled at him, seemingly not angry, "Go out, I have to deal with my own business."
Han Dong walked out with the printed script.
Wang Zhongding suddenly stopped him again, "Wait a while."
Han Dong turned his head in confusion, and suddenly something slammed over, and he reached out to catch it, which was a big round bottle.
"Go back and take off your claws. Horror movies pay great attention to the shape of the limbs. Once your big rough claws are on camera, the audience will definitely be in the show."
Han Dong nodded, "I know, it must be as smooth as yours."
"Go, go, go quickly."
As soon as Han Dong left, Wang Zhongding called Xia Hongwei.
"The script has been finalized, and tomorrow I will find someone to send it to review and approve the project. However, the investment amount has changed a bit. It will not take 50 million at all, and 20 million will be enough."
"Twenty million?" Xia Hongwei accepted his incompetence, "Are you kidding? Now twenty million can still make movies?"
"If the script is good, even 20 million can make 200 million at the box office. If the script is not good, the 200 million investment may not be able to recover 20 million." Wang Zhongding said.
"Twenty million is too little, and it's easy to earn back." Investor Xia said arrogantly, "Fifty million and one cent will not be less, at worst, the thirty million will be paid to Yu Ming!"
Wang Zhongding smiled lightly, "Even if you pay him 100 million yuan, this movie won't pay him back."
Xia Hongwei wondered, he was still begging for nothing in the morning to stop him, but now he is playing with me again, and he is bound to win this trick! What are you doing
…
"Crack!"
With Liang Jing's order, Li Shang finally got off the wire.
He had gone through such a major operation on his leg, and although he has recovered, he is still not as good as before. After hanging for more than an hour, I felt a little unstable when I landed.
"How is it? Are you okay?" Liang Jing asked.
Li Shang waved his hand, "It's okay."
"The acting skills have improved a lot." Liang Jing patted Li Shang on the shoulder approvingly, "Movies in mainland China will depend on you in the future."
Li Shang's complexion immediately improved a lot.
During the break, the two chatted about Director Lu taking over the new movie.
"It's said that the original crew came out of the new script." Xiaowen said.
Li Shang was curious, "Is it invested by Mr. Wang?"
"Will Mr. Wang be the one to take advantage of it? Only Yu Ming's rich man dares to take such an unreliable business."
Speaking of the rich man behind Yu Ming, Xiaowen couldn't help but sneer, "If he invests, then this movie will definitely pay! He has a grudge against money, hahahaha..."
"How much did you vote for?" Li Shang asked.
Liang Jing replied indifferently: "I heard that it is 20 million."
"So little?" Li Shang was quite surprised, "Didn't the rich man get hundreds of millions of dollars in one shot?"
"He's not a fool. To put it bluntly, this drama is just to make Yu Ming happy, and to save Director Lu's face."